A/N

I watched Tuck Everlasting and I fell in LOVE with the theme song!

And I found a video on youtube that someone mixed with Twilight, and it was PERFECT!

Youtube it: Edward and Bella Everlasting

ALICE'S POV

I looked at Jasper and then back at Edward. Edward moved my hand away from his face.

"WHAT'S WRONG!" he bellowed.

I swallowed. How could I tell Edward what I'd seen in my vision?

"I saw…" I began slowly. Edward grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me hard.

"What did you see?" he demanded.

"Edward." Jasper grabbed his shoulder. He looked scared, as if he knew what I'd seen. He looked into my eyes and then off into the deserted road.

I closed my eyes and opened my mind to Edward. It would be easier to let him see my vision than to articulate it. Images flashed through my mind:

Emmett holding a naked Bella.

They were in an open, grassy area with pieces of wood all around them.

Emmett carrying Bella in his arms towards some sort of cabin, Bella laughing happily.

Emmett talking to Bella: "Ready for another round?"

Bella smiling in reply.

Then they were inside the cabin.

Emmett carried Bella to a bed and laid her on it. He caressed her naked body, called her beautiful, whispered how he loved her and…

Edward hissed, breaking my focus on the recall of my vision.

"Where are they?" he growled menacingly.

"Edward, please remember it's only a vision, it still hasn't happened…" I tried to reason.

Edward lifted his hand up to silence me.

"Ready for another round? HE SAID, 'READY FOR ANOTHER ROUND!' That means it's happened before!"

I had never seen him this angry, not even when he was trying to kill James.

I looked down at his hands.

Edward had balled his hands into a fist so tightly he'd dug his nails into his palms.

"Edward, your hands," I said and reached for them. He quickly pulled them away.

"This isn't right." He turned and bolted away from us.

"Where is he going?" I asked Jasper.

"Where do you think?" Jasper sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Oh, God. He's going to kill Emmett if he finds him at home."

Jasper nodded. "We have to stop him, or one of them will get hurt."

We zoomed off after Edward, and it didn't matter whether people saw us or not (we were going too fast to be detected anyway). They would just see a shiny blur flying past them and feel the breeze as we ran past.

Our only focus right now was to catch up to Edward. We'd been able to catch up to him on a motorcycle, but on foot Edward was as fast as the rest of us. His anger only gave him more energy. He was even faster than Jasper at this point.

BELLA'S POV

I turned to my other side and the tears that had pooled on the side of my nose streamed down my cheek. I could feel them running to my ear and collecting in my hair. I didn't care enough to wipe them away.

My stomach rumbled. I was still hungry, but I didn't want anyone to see me crying, especially not Carlisle and Esme. They would worry.

How did things get to this point? What had I been thinking?

I was a terrible girlfriend. I had cheated on Edward, the guy I'd claimed to love so much.

But it wasn't something I'd planned. It hadn't been a one-night stand. I'd fallen in love.

I'd fallen in love with my boyfriend's brother, a man who'd turned into a brother to me. He'd become my lover…what was he now?

Had he used me? Had he just been curious about sex with a human?

But it all felt so real, so sincere. The kisses, the sex, every time he said he loved me - it felt more real than what I had with Edward.

There was a knock at the door. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, hoping whoever it was would go away.

No such luck. The door opened, and I could feel someone standing there.

"Bella, are you awake?" It was Esme.

I kept quiet. She waited a few seconds before setting something down and leaving the room.

I waited until I heard her footsteps walking away and sat up on the bed. A quick scan of the room showed me that Esme had left a sandwich on a plate and a glass of water on the dresser.

For some reason, this made me want to cry even more. She'd made me a sandwich. Esme would hate me when she found out what I'd done to her family. I took a deep breath to keep myself from getting emotional and my stomach growled to remind me just how hungry I was.

I got up and walked over to it, picked it up, and took a big bite. It didn't even matter what kind of sandwich it was.

Thankfully, though, it was a BLT. I took my time eating, chewing slowly, savoring every bite, stopping every once in a while only to wash the sandwich down with water.

When I was done, I set the empty glass on the plate. I hadn't even minded eating the bacon, which was something I always scolded Charlie for eating.

The sandwich had only appeased my hunger. I still felt terrible, and I still wanted to be alone. I turned the lock on the door and returned to the bed.

I covered myself with the comforter, and once again I had time to think.

I squeezed a pillow to my chest. I felt so alone. Tears rolled down my cheeks again; I tried to keep the noise down so no one would think I was awake.

Should I just give up? Go home? At least I'd be in my own bed. But I couldn't do that. I couldn't just run away from my problems, couldn't just run away from the Cullens. Charlie would pester me with questions, anyway. Not to mention I was in love with Emmett.

A refreshing breeze blew in through the doors I'd left slightly parted in Edward's room.

"Bella?" I heard someone whisper.

My stomach dropped and a cold sweat broke out all over my body; whoever it was had scared the living shit out of me. I sat up and looked towards the doors.

I was able to make out Emmett's body in the moonlight.

I laid back down so he wouldn't see that I'd been crying and prayed my voice wouldn't crack.

"What are you doing here?"

He answered in a low voice. I knew he didn't want anyone to hear us.

"I wanted to see you, but the door was locked."

I heard him approach me, but I refused to look at him.

"Shouldn't you be with your wife?" I asked. I hadn't planned to sound so bitter. I could feel his presence right next to the bed.

"Carlisle said she usually sleeps for eights hours, like a human."

"Well, you shouldn't be here anyway," I said. My response was childish, petulant, but I couldn't help it. I could feel myself wanting to cry again. I turned my back to him.

The tears rolled down my cheeks before I could stop them. Shit. I tried to keep perfectly still so he wouldn't realize what I was doing.

I felt his weight as he sat on the bed.

"Go away, Emmett." I tried to sound firm, composed, but I knew it was a lost cause. He had to know how badly I was feeling now. He put his hand over me onto the other side of the bed and leaned over to look at my face.

"Bella…why are you crying?" he asked. His voice sounded so sweet, so caring, so concerned and soothing. I shook my head and buried my face into the pillow.

Emmett tried to turn me on my back so he could take a better look at my face. I resisted, futilely of course. He was stronger then me and managed to get me to face him.

I couldn't look at him, though.

I bit down on my lips in an attempt to get myself together, but nothing worked.

"Bella, look at me."

I pretended not to hear him and continued looking at the moon through the window.

"Bella." This time he took my chin in his hands gently.

I finally looked at him, and for a second I couldn't breathe. He was so sweet and handsome and...not mine.

"Why are you crying?" he asked me again.

"Emmett, I love you." The words tumbled out of my mouth in an attempt to say them before more tears came.

He brushed a tear away from my cheek with his thumb and tasted it. I remembered when Edward had done the same thing.

"I love you too, Bella. You know that. I don't want to give you up."

"Then don't." I said, grabbing his hand.

"I never wanted to. Back in Ireland, you were the one who said-"

"Forget what I said in Ireland. I didn't know how terrible this would be. I love you, Emmett. I want to be with you forever."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes, I've never been more sure. I want to be just yours forever. I want to live through eternity with you. Until the end of you, until the end of me."

He kissed me. I closed my eyes; my throat still felt knotted.

"Stay with me, please. At least until I fall asleep," I said.

He nodded, lying down next to me. I turned to face him and buried my face into his chest. I continued to cry and hugged him close to me. I didn't want to let go.

Just days ago, I'd thought my life had been complete with Edward, but now that I had Emmett I knew what it meant to be truly complete.

And I was fully aware that if we were to be together for eternity, I'd have to give up everything that made me human.

But life would be so much more fulfilling with him in my next life, as a vampire. It would be worth it.

I was ready. As long as I was with him, I was ready for anything.

Emmett began humming something to me.

"What is that?" I asked him sleepily.

"Hannah used to hum it when we would lay down together to hear our baby. She'd hum it to us, the baby and I."

"It's beautiful."

EMMETT'S POV

"Oh, Emmett, it's been so long since we've gone for a walk in the woods!" said Rosalie.

She was skipping barefoot on the carpet in front of me. All I could see were her golden locks bouncing around and the red dress she wore bouncing in unison through the hallway. She stepped back to grab my hand and pulled me along with her.

As we neared the kitchen, I could smell Bella and the scent of food. We entered, and Esme and Bella greeted us. Bella sat at the table stuffing her mouth with a forkful of egg and ham.

"Good morning," Esme said. Bella attempted a greeting as well, but she was unsuccessful due to the amount of food in her mouth. It was good to see her out of bed and eating. Her eyes followed Rosalie around the room as a precaution.

Rosalie acted as though they hadn't spoken. She was humming something and twirling through the kitchen. Her head was tilted back and her gaze was distant.

This wasn't Rosalie. Maybe it was a side effect of the injection, but I had to admit, it was still worrying. Something was off. She was in her own little world, and it seemed she and I were the only people who existed there.

"Esme…Bella." I smiled to them and nodded, holding Bella's gaze a little longer.

"Come on, baby." Rosalie pulled me to the door, slipping on some shoes before going outside.

I waved to the girls before stepping out after her.

We walked hand-in-hand on a trail into the woods. My white shirt helped reflect the sun away from me.

Rosalie was looking up at the sky when she said, "I was thinking. How about we get married?"

"But we've already been married, Rose, several times, remember?"

"Of course I do, silly. I mean, we should have a real wedding, not just a small ceremony with family. We should have a real, big, lavish wedding. We can do it in…in Ireland! Yeah, Ireland, we can do it with a human priest and everything. We'll invite everyone! And we can do it in the castle you told me about," she said excitedly.

I froze, and for a second I thought she knew what was going on between Bella and myself. There was no way. Still, she'd promised to never speak of my human past. It always led to us talking about my Hannah, Gem and Alana; I'd miss them and Rosalie would get jealous.

She'd gone into her depression knowing she couldn't give me something I had wanted as a human, something I'd been on the verge of with Hannah. A child.

But right now she didn't seem bothered by it. She was truly happy about her idea.

I didn't like this side of her. It was like she'd lost touch with reality.

"We'll see."

"Okay." She began to skip, acting like a child.

Which was funny, because not too long ago she'd given me hell for it.

"Where do you want to go?" I asked.

"Anywhere. Let time go by, let it fly, let's be freeeee," she sang, twirling. My eyes widened.

…Yeah. I really didn't like her this way.

BELLA'S POV

(LATER THAT NIGHT)

I put on some chapstick and smacked my lips together. I tightened my ponytail and took one last look at my outfit in the mirror.

I was wearing black jogging pants and a white tank top. He'd said to wear something comfortable, and this was as comfortable as it could get.

It wouldn't be long until I was to meet Jacob at the border between vampire and werewolf territory.

I looked down at my watch: 10:30 pm.

I checked my bag one more time, making sure I had packed all-white clothes, just as Jacob had said.

I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in." It was Carlisle.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" he asked.

I nodded. "Positive. Jacob is my friend, Carlisle. He wouldn't hurt me."

Carlisle nodded. "Okay, I'll have to trust your judgment. Emmett said he would take you as close as he can get."

"Thank you." I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder.

I followed Carlisle out of the room, turning the light off as I stepped out.

"Emmett." I wasn't even sure Carlisle had spoken until Emmett appeared next to me. All I had seen was a blur come up the stairs.

"Yes, Carlisle?"

Just seeing Emmett again made me want to kiss him. I felt all warm inside again.

"Take Bella to Jacob Black. And please behave, Emmett, for all our sakes," Carlisle warned.

Emmett smirked and winked at me. "What do you mean, Carlisle? I always behave."

Now it was Carlisle's turn to smirk.

"Ready?" asked Emmett.

"Yup."

"Where's Rosalie?" Carlisle asked Emmett.

"She's with Esme. I'll be right back." Emmett said, taking my bag from me.

"Behave, Emmett." Carlisle said once more, and at the blink of an eye, he was gone.

"Come on." Emmett walked down the stairs. We passed the Cullens' living room and I was able to hear Rosalie and Esme talking about something that sounded fairly close to a wedding.

Once outside I hopped on to Emmett's back.

"Who's getting married?" I asked.

He began to run. The woods were dark, but I knew I was safe with him.

Still, there was an eerie feeling, like someone was watching us, and at any second someone would pop out and take me.

I couldn't see anything; the moonlight was blocked by the trees. I had to admit, even though I knew Emmett could see well in the dark I was afraid he would run right into a tree.

Emmett didn't answer. Instead, he asked me a totally unrelated question.

"Why do you like hanging out with these mutts?"

"They're my friends," I said, not bothering to correct his use of the word "mutts." There was a reason he was avoiding the question. "Who's getting married?"

As he began to slow down, I could tell we were out of the woods because the moon illuminated everything.
He put me down on the grass and sighed.

"Rosalie wants to get married."

"Again?" I asked.

"Yes, but this time she wants a real wedding. A human wedding, basically. The past weddings were more symbolic. We didn't do the whole white dress, priest, rings."

"Oh." Even though I knew they were already married, I could feel my heart breaking. And he had to do it, or Rosalie would be even more suspicious.

"I don't want to, Bella."

I heard twigs cracking and someone called my name. "Bella?"

Emmett growled and we both turned to see Jacob.

"Hey." I tried furiously to suppress the sob welling up in my throat and faked a smile. Jacob was the last person who I wanted to see me upset.

He stepped closer but stopped a few feet from the line. He held his hand out so Emmett could hand him my bag.

Emmett threw the bag to him and Jacob caught it effortlessly.

"Ready?" Jacob asked me.

I nodded and looked up to Emmett. I smiled feebly and hugged him.

"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow," I said.

"Yeah…have fun," he said and walked away.

I watched, and not once did he turn around to make sure I was okay.

I sighed and turned to Jacob. I walked to him, now stepping into his territory.

"Let's do this," I said, smiling. It took a lot of energy to pull myself together.

"Okay. Just wait here a second." He ran into the trees. A magnificent wolf reemerged from the area Jacob had disappeared into.

He held on to my bag and his clothes in his mouth; to make it easier I stuffed his clothes into my bag.

Jacob leaned forward so that his chin touched the grass, and I was better able to climb on to him. His fur was thick, rich, soft; I grabbed on to it with a tight grip so I wouldn't fall.

He whimpered, which I took as him asking if I was ready.

"Ready," I said, holding on even tighter. Maybe this would be like riding a horse…a very big, furry horse.
He began running fast, and at the height I was at it felt like I was on a roller coaster.

I could feel the impact of his paws on the ground vibrating through his body, each step making a loud thud.

My stomach started turning. Thankfully, I was able to see a bright, orange fire blazing in the dark. We were nearing a campfire.

"I think I'm going to puke," I yelled, making sure he heard me.

Jacob howled and leaped high into the air so he was already at the clearing. He leaned forward and I jumped off hurriedly. He turned into the woods with my bag to transform.

I clutched my stomach and vomited on the side of a tree. From the corner of my eye I saw people approaching.

"Hey, are you okay?" a familiar voice asked.

I spit and straightened up, wiping my mouth with my arm.

"Um, heeeey," I said, embarrassed. It was Sam.

"It's been a long time," he said and hugged me. It was like he hadn't just seen me throw up. As we broke the hug, he made a face.

"You smell like the leeches," he said.

I turned to see an entire group of people standing nearby. It looked like everyone was here, minus the elders.

"Bella!" Someone behind me wrapped two large arms around my waist and picked me up high into the air.

"Put her down, Seth," chuckled Jacob.

I felt the ground underneath my feet again. I turned to Seth and hugged him. He too had grown, just like Jacob had.

"Oh, God. Has anyone told you that you smell like le-" Seth began, scrunching up his nose.

"YES!" I said exasperated.

"Come on, we're roasting weenies." Seth wrapped his arm around my shoulder and walked towards the fire.

I suddenly felt him jerk back and pull away, and when I turned Jacob had his arm wrapped around me instead of Seth. He smiled innocently.

Jacob had pulled Seth away from me. I punched him playfully on the shoulder and smiled apologetically at Seth. Jacob led me to the campfire, where the rest of the pack greeted me.

There were two coolers full of hotdogs alone, and they were gone in a matter of seconds. I was so full I couldn't breathe.

"I'm still hungry," complained Jacob. I looked at him in amazement, but there were nods of agreement from other people, and they started searching for more food.

Then a man emerged from the trees accompanied by a young girl. The man was dressed in all-white clothing. A long, red scarf was tied around his waist like a belt, the ends of which fell to his knees. A small leather bag hung down at his side attached to the scarf. The man was a tall, fit, middle-aged man, who was actually rather attractive.

"Is he…" I whispered to Seth, who was at my side.

"Yeah, he's one of us. He's going to lead the ceremony. The girl is his mate," Seth said.

I gasped. She looked so young. I guess he must have imprinted on her.

She was shorter than me and wore a small, white shirt that didn't quite cover her tan torso. She was wearing a white, long skirt that was wrapped around her waist like a towel. Her long, dark hair reached the small of her back.

"Welcome," said Sam, assuming his position as Alpha and greeting the man. The rest of the group quieted.

The man nodded and looked around; naturally his eyes landed on me.

"You are...?" he asked seriously.

"She's welcomed," Sam answered.

"She smells of the cold ones," continued the man.

Jacob, who had returned to my other side, wrapped his arm around my waist protectively.

"She's welcomed." Sam repeated, this time looking pointedly at the man and emphasizing the last word.

"Very well," said the older man. He took his position on one of the logs around the fire.

Everyone followed suit and took seats around the circle, focusing their attention on him.

The girl handed him a small drum, and he began tapping it slowly, seconds apart from one hit to the next.

"Tonight's ceremony will begin with inward reflection, looking deep into our selves and seeing our past, present, and future. Some of you will not be able to see all three. In this bag," he said, untying the brown pouch strapped to his red belt, "are the ashes of past elders. When your turn comes, take a small amount."

The girl began playing a lilting tune on a flute as the man passed the bag to his right.

When it reached me, I stuck my hand into the bag. Inside it I felt something like sand, only finer and less grainy. I took my share and passed it to Jacob.

The bag eventually made it back to the man, and he spoke again.

"Once again, we'll go around the circle and look into the fire. When your turn comes, toss the ashes in the fire and tell me what you see." He looked up at Sam. "As leader of the pack, you must go first. Once you are done, you may choose who follows."

Sam nodded, reached his hand over the flames, and sprinkled the ashes into it.

The fire parted at the center, so it seemed as if it had a hole in the middle.

"I see…myself, younger…when I found out what I was…" said Sam, squinting into the fire.

"What else?" asked the man as he hit the drum, his mate still playing the flute.

"I see...Leah...my fiancée's cousin..."

Leah stiffened, as she looked at Sam with great interest.

I knew Sam had once been in love with Leah, before he imprinted on Emily. Then Sam smiled.

"I see Emily in a dress...a wedding gown…now she's holding a small child."

Leah looked away, down to her hands, as she slowly rubbed them, as if cold.

With his last words the hole in the fire closed up again. Sam closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened them.

"Tired?" asked the man. Sam nodded.

"Drink this." The man handed him a dark bottle. We watched as Sam opened it and steam came out. He took a sip and put the cover back on. "After you have looked into the fire, you may experience tiredness. It is a normal reaction. This ceremony uses your energy to get the vision."

Sam nodded, looked around the circle, and called Jacob's name. It only made sense; Jacob was, after all, the second in command.

Jacob took a deep breath and threw his share of ashes into the fire. Just as it had with Sam, the fire parted at the the center.

"I see…" he began and stopped. His eyes widened a little. I watched as Jacob swallowed, confused. "…I see...Bella. But...but when I try to look beyond her, I...I can't see anything."

With that the fire closed. I tried to act casual, but I could feel everyone's eyes on me. When I met a few gazes, people turned away hurriedly and cleared their throats.

They knew Jacob was in love with me.

He squeezed my arm and whispered, "Sorry, Bells."

I nodded. People were looking at him to hear his choice, and I already knew who he would pick.

"Bella."

He looked down at his feet. Sam passed the bottle to him, and he took a drink.

I felt uncomfortable; too much attention was on me for too long a period of time.

I leaned forward towards the fire quickly, reached over, and sprinkled my ashes in. I could feel the heat wash over my face.

I didn't know what to expect. The flames parted, dancing wildly around the center but never going towards it. I wondered briefly if that was what Sam and Jacob had seen.

"What do you see?" asked the man.

I was going to say I couldn't see anything when I suddenly began seeing images in the center of the fire. It was like being sucked out of the present, and seeing over everything instead of being a participant.I was floating.

"I see…James, and Edward saving me…now I see Jake, when he first showed me who he was…we are...kissing…" I blushed; the words were just tumbling out of my mouth at this point, but I knew these visions represented the past. Another image danced in the flames and I was thrown in. It felt so real, like I was there.

"I see…" And then Emmett came into view. I opened my mouth to speak and realized it wouldn't be the best idea. I lied.

"I see Edward's family, the Cullens...they are my family…now I see...myself."

Once again, the image shifted. I was trying hard to focus; it was getting blurry.

The vision began to sharpen. When I registered what I was seeing I gasped and my hands flew to my stomach.

"No," I breathed. I closed my eyes and shook my head in disbelief. When I opened them, I was back at the ceremony.

I tried to stand, but I felt weak. I felt Jacob's arm reach out to steady me. My mouth opened and closed just as quickly. I hadn't accepted the situation yet and there was no way this pack would.

The vision explained why I had been getting sick so often, why I had been feeling heavier. A tear streamed down my cheek.

"What's the matter?" Jacob asked, worried. He grabbed my arms and and tried to get me to face him. I brought my hand to my mouth and shook my head.

"She carries a child." said the man softly, but I knew everyone heard.

I looked across the fire at him. I couldn't even be angry that he'd spoken. There was a pause.

"What?"

It was Jacob's voice, full of disbelief and hurt. He let go of me quickly, as though I'd burned him.

The others gasped.

"That can't be." said Sam, standing up. "It isn't possible. She can't be pregnant, not by one of them. The cold ones cannot reproduce."

"I have to go," I said, to no one in particular. I could stand up now without getting dizzy, so I should be able to walk. My heart, on the other hand, was beating furiously.

I was carrying Emmett's child.

"Bella, no, wait!" Jacob said, coming after me. I didn't stop walking.

"We have to stop this. We can't let it be born." I heard Sam say.

I stopped and turned around. Sam stood there watching me, the others standing behind him, a flank.

Jacob looked at me. "You can't allow this thing to be born, Bella."

I took a couple steps back until my back bumped into a tree.

Jacob shook his head. "Please, you can't give birth to it. It will kill you."

I grabbed my stomach. The words seemed well-intentioned, but all I could hear was that they wanted to kill my baby. The pack had slowly begun to approach me, and I didn't feel safe anymore. I prepared myself to run when Seth jumped in front of me. He spread his arms out, protecting me.

"Move," growled Jacob menacingly.

"I won't let you hurt her," Seth said. His voice trembled subtly but remained firm.

"AND I WONT LET IT HURT HER!" Jacob yelled in disbelief at Seth's disobedience.

"No."

"SETH, MOVE!" yelled Sam.

Instead, Seth came to my side and wrapped his arm around me.

"No. I can't do that, its not right." he said again. And with that he threw me onto his back, leaped into the air, transformed, and began running through the woods. Leaving his ripped clothes behind, along with the pack. It happened so quickly I barely had time to register what was going on.

I looked over my shoulder and saw that the others had transformed. I clutched to his fur tightly, my knuckles turning white.

Even through all the action, there was only one thing on my mind: I'm pregnant…I'm pregnant.

I could hear the others howling. I couldn't see them, but they sounded close enough to catch up.

We reached a clearing and Seth let out an ear-piercing howl. He transformed back into a human and stood naked in front of me.

"BELLA!" I turned to see Emmett at the territory line. I owed Seth so much, but now wasn't the time to thank him properly. Instead, I looked at him, and he nodded to show he understood. I sprinted over to Emmett as I heard Seth change back into a wolf.

"What happened?" Emmett asked, alarm in his voice.

"We have to go." He immediately crouched down and I climbed on his back. When my hold on him was secure, he began to run back to the Cullens' home.

I looked over my shoulder and saw that the rest of the clan had joined Seth. Several pairs of eyes were focused in our direction. I recognized Jacob and he gave a loud, long howl. I could sense the hurt and frustration even when he was shifted.

"What happened?" Emmett asked again.

"They were…they want to…" How could I tell him? I gathered my resolve and blurted it out before I could chicken out: "I'm pregnant."

I slammed against Emmett's back as he lurched to a stop. The dirt made a grinding noise as he dug his feet into it. He put me down and looked at me.

"What?" he said slowly.

"I'm having a baby, Emmett." A million things raced through my mind, and the anxiety of it all brought tears to my eyes.

Emmett began to pace back and forth, running his hand through his short hair. His eyes glazed over almost imperceptibly.

"What?"